This is it. I am going to die, but it won’t be at Gunsyn’s hands.
He may have wanted to keep me around for selfish reasons, but this woman, whoever she is, wants me gone for the same reasons.
I close my eyes and accept my fate.
The smell of rich perfume floods my nostrils as the woman closes in on me. I take what’s surely going to be the last breath of my life and whimper as a single tear falls from my eye. But then, the woman laughs.
“Just kidding. Relax, little one. I will not be killing you today.”
My eyes snap open to her face, soaked with amusement. With the flick of her wrist, she closes the butterfly knife and conceals it in some hidden fold in her dress. As she turns away from me, my legs give out, and I crumble to the floor.
“What…why would you…?”
“Gunsyn is my man,” she te
